На странице представлены текст и перевод с английского на русский язык песни «Digits» из альбома «Slime Season 3» группы Young Thug.
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Thugger! YSL for life
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up some digits.
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep going
You can lose your life but it gon’ keep going
Why not risk life when it’s gon’ keep going?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
I’m living like I’m on a 5th of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn’t know me well so I left ’em with you
You know it’s that drop when you bright and can’t flip it
I’m livin’ big, I swear to God I’m Liu Kang kickin’
Montana
Mama gon’ slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin’, light up just like a candle
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel
My racks are squeakin’, I’m not fartin’
I hop in that ‘Rari, I crank up like Warren
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep going
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep going
Why not risk life when it’s got keep going?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
I’ma move me some dope like I’m Future
I’ma go in that bitch with a ruler
I’ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I’ma keep a red flag cause I’m boolin’
I know some roller spaces, I could deul it Yeah, yeah I’m screaming oh my god like Cooly
When I snort it, I feel like I run the work
If I ever die, he better drop his first
I’ve been getting money before the million, fuck Pandora
I can do this shit when I get bored
Nigga, hustlers don’t stop, they keep going
You can lose your life but it’s gon’ keep going
Why not risk life when it’s got keep going?
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say we…
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up that money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
We ran up them digits we ran up some money
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На странице представлены текст и перевод с английского на русский язык песни «Check» из альбома «Barter 6» группы Young Thug.
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I can see that bullshit from a mile away
You can stack my money about a mile away
I got three white bitches like it’s powder day
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
And all my bitches sexy, call them Barbies
She lookin’ back like I’m flexin’, baby no way
And lately I’ve been on that D’usse
I got me a check, I got a check
Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check
Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check
Y’all, I done got me a check, I got a check
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made
Big hundred dollar, screamin’ free Gucci Mane
If I need some racks I’mma flip me some packs
I talk like I want and she don’t say nothin’ back
If cops pull up I put that crack in my crack
Or I put that brack in my brack
Call little shawty, made her fuck on my brodie
If you don’t owe me bitch still act like you owe me I promise I won’t ever quit bitch, I’m Kobe
And I wear that white, you can snow me Stoner Young Thugger
I whip it that bitch yeah she know me Young Thugger
Yeah, she stuntin’ like butter
The bitch from Chicago, I call her young Cutler
Leave it to Beaver
I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet ’em
Yeah, they all wanna greet ’em
They pull down they pants and they all wanna eat ’em
No they won’t tease on that dick
They won’t read on that dick, they won’t leash on that dick
No Felicia that dick, Mamacita that dick
They gone snitch on that dick
And she screamin’ loud, she can’t secret that dick
Mama a beast on that dick
If she bad, I’m gonna Four Season that bitch
Eat that lil bitch, I’mma feast that lil bitch
I got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made
Big hundred dollar, screamin’ free Gucci Mane
Bitch I’m a Migo, I play with kilo
When I put ice on, I am sub zero
All of my niggas, they hard, call ’em beetles
Niggas was fake so I kept me a Ruger and reagles
Droppin’ the top on the Bentley, I’m with the Birdman, yeah the eagle
Geeked out my mind, man I’m tripping out
I don’t know none of these people
Hey my little shawty, go get me a four and bring back me a liter
Yes, I got drugs, I’m not worried about that
They know they can get wet and I swear
I got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Yall, I done got me a check, I got a check
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money, I call change
20, 50, 100, 5, all the millions made
Big hundred dollar, screamin’ free Gucci Mane
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Текст песни Wiz Khalifa – Gang Up (ft. Young Thug, 2 Chainz, PnB Rock)
[PnB Rock]
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up
[2 Chainz]
2 Chainz (Yeah)
I’m a villainous winner
With precision, I’m killing
Represent the religion
Ended up independent
Took my car to the clinic
Let ’em check all the vitals
Middle finger to rivals
Michael Jackson, my idol
Still ducked in a pie hole
Talk to the plug, every day except Cinco de Mayo
I still got me a Carlo
Still got money, Carlo
Your car running so bad, it stink up to your parlor
Call my rollie a Ralo
Call my AP a app
I ain’t talking seat-belts when I say that I’m strapped
I’m in love with my side hoe
I sneak up through the side door
I’ma show you what we ride for
I’ma show you what we die for
[PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up
[Young Thug]
I’m in my same lane, lane that ain’t gon’ ever change up
I blow the brain out the range like a Taz Angel
Here’s R.I.P. to Paul Walker homie, he gotta stand up
We had you main on us, no we got stains on us
And all we gotta do is stay down and come up while they flexin’
(What we gotta do?)
Yeah, I got her Indian and she Western
Yeah, just say so, money your best friend
Then that fast and furious started nesting
Say I’m bout to go take off on you (Take off on you)
Is staying, is you rolling like a scroller? yes you are
Your ready to take off like a 1980 Coke
He know that Instagram shit, are you gon’ post that
[PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up
[Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah, I’m always with my gang
We always ready to ride ‘case for the squad, we’ll do anything
Stay down, we’ll never change
We always gon’ stay the same
Put you in check, when you outta place
I try to tell ’em not to mess with my gang, gang, gang
We do what we gotta do and don’t complain-plain-plain
I’m on the road, I’m probably fresh up off the plane, plane, plane
Know you heard about me, I do my thang, thang, thang
I got the world on my back
I put your girl on her back
I did it all on my own
Now there ain’t no turning back
And my whole squad got my back
And shawty so bad, I asked her if she repped the gang, she said «Facts»
Gang, gang, gang
[PnB Rock]
I’m with the gang, gang, gang and we ’bout to go up
Switching lanes, it’s a thang, every time we show up
You a lame, lame, lame and you so below us
Bet your hoe, she know us
‘Cause you know we blowed up
We stay down
And came up, and came up
We stay down
We came up, the gang up
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